A seventeen hour trip to hometown was a metamorphosis
I wriggled out to flutter my years of colorful yet deceitful internationality
No need for verification. Folks were proud of me coz vanity mattered
We all knew we wanted fantasies, fairy tales, to salivate over and dream upon.
Pampered with indulgent demands
Spoiled with unconditional support
I gradually regressed to a toddler with biological Sugar Mommy and Daddy
They dressed me with that ruffled black gown and ornate choker
Stayed at the eleventh floor residence overlooking the extending and entangled urban wilderness
I first sighed and self pitied, feeling like Rapunzel
But I had no voice to attract the Prince nor golden stairs to escape
Where could I go in this city?
Even thousand miles away from home New York, confusion and depression still followed and haunted; the past and present intertwined physically but disconnected spiritually
I never realized how unhappy I had always been
Wandered around in a different concrete jungle I was possessed with disjointedness
A visit to the resort, Villa 32, surprisingly and finally exorcised that loosely figured demon
Soaking in their highly acid spring, named Jade, exfoliated my skin,
purged my mind
Started to live and breathe the past and present; those things stopped to collide
Under the willow tree by the spring pond a rosy vision emerged from the underneath accompanied by my callus covered toes--
I smiled. 原來我並非不快樂
The indiscernible means red transformed into the pasture for peace and creativity
I felt like writing again
Hometown could be a getaway, a made shelter
During the metamorphosis return flight, it dawned on me--
我終於可以暢遊異國，放心吃喝
Villa 32 is my Tiffany
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